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I heard tales of Dark Elf Saints made of gears and lightning. They caught my interest. Then I heard they were crushed by you, so my interest is gone. My compatriots say it deserves a toast, so I begrudgingly raise a mug to your glory. I'm not buying you a drink though. Find some newblood willing to wet your lips.